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  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆

The God-Empress of Leng bore nine children by her two husbands, the YiTish and Lengii consorts. The third through ninth-born children were ascribed a precious stone as their own upon their birth, corresponding with the Emperors and Empresses of the Great YiTish Empire of the Dawn, with the firstborn heir named for the Moon, and the secondborn ascribed the favoured stone of the God-Empress. ... Perianne, the thirdborn, is their Pearl Child.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 ... named for the lion of night and maiden-made-of-light of yi tish legend, supreme heiress of the god-empress. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 ... so named for the god-empresses favourite gemstone, commander of the god-empress' royal guard, the holy blade of leng. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 ... named for the second ruler of the great empire of the dawn, the promised beauty of the blood of leng.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 ... the eldest son, named for the third ruler of the great empire of the dawn, the high architect of the palace and senior advisor to his fathers. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 ... named for the forth ruler of the great empire of the dawn, she is the god-empress's holy oracle, the speaker of the heirs, and the mediator between the upper and lower rank. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐗 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 .. named for the fifth ruler of the great empire of the dawn, he is the god-empress's sword; sworn to exact the justice she decrees.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 ... named for the sixth ruler of the great empire of the dawn, the spiritual leader of leng; her life pledged to the gods + elder twin of — 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐀𝐙 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 ... named for the seventh ruler of the great empire of the dawn, a ranked prince historian of leng and junior advisor to his fathers. & 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 ... named for the eighth and final true ruler of the great empire of the dawn, the lastborn treasure of leng, always at her mothers' side.

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Yi Tish Dragon Legacy: The Dragon Emperor

by Shella Longclaw

The Yi Tish book “Dragons of Gold” by Priest Judge Coi and scribe Otu Wafi dedicated a few chapters to discussing the life of Emperor Chai Zi and his great accomplishments. I’ll being focusing solely on his influence on the Yi Tish dragon riders. Emperor Chai Zi wielded a great deal of influence on all dragon riders.

Unlike most emperors, Emperor Chai Zi never referred to himself as a god-emperor. On the contrary, this humble man believed as a dragon rider it was his sworn duty to serve and protect the lands of man. As a prince, Chai Zi fought stone giants to defend the Hyrkoon. He would later kill a sand dragon to protect the Five Forts and bested an aggressive flock of roc birds from the Manticore Isles. He instilled in his sons and daughters a desire to protect people. Six out of his eight children would become dragon riders, and they would go off to defend Yi Ti as well as other kingdoms.

Due to his philosophy, Yi Tish dragon riders were considered noble protectors of the realm of man, while the Valyrian dragon riders were thought of as cowardly conquerors. Yi Tish scholars claimed that the Yi Tish dragon riders’ service to other kingdoms had led to the decline and eventually elimination of all Yi Tish dragons. The dragon corpses found on Ib are probably mostly Yi Tish dragons. The Yi Tish priest denied this as the cause of the Yi Tish dragon line ending. Regardless, many kingdoms such as the Ibbenese and the Lengii highly regarded the Yi Tish dragon riders.

It should also be noted that Emperor Chai Zi established the precedence of female dragon riders. He brought both his sons and daughters into battle with him. The majority of the Yi Tish were against this, so Emperor Chai Zi decreed that all female dragon riders have the same standing as male dragon riders and placed the royal seal on it.

The legend of the Dragon Emperor remains in the hearts and minds of the Yi Tish. Several still search for his mythical sword and four dragon eggs. It’s commonly believed who ever claims them will become the emperor to reunite all of Yi Ti.

[warsofasoiaf]

Are the bearded priests of Norvos the only example of a theocratic government in ASOAIF?

Sort of. Leng has a God-Empress, who is worshipped by the Lengii, which would technically be a "thearchy," direct rule by a god.

Thanks for the question, Gohr.

SomethingLikeALawyer, Hand of the King

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𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐒 ; kings landing, dorne.

[a]got: she worked originally for chataya in chataya's brothel. this was when she arrived in westeros, the two women forged a friendship, trust and alliance over time and tiathia becomes her second in charge, as well as the debt collector of chataya's. after five years with chataya she invested in another brothel, becoming a majority co-owner and, running that brothel in a symbiotic relationship with chataya's, rather than a competitor - she would never. tiathia eventually bought out the other owner, and the brothel became hers. it is now named the serpents coil — her workers are distinctively dressed in silks of various red shades (which are tiathia's her own motif of colours), held on the body with a serpentine-styled belt at the waist, or brooch/similar clasp. the workers wearing a golden accented belt or brooch indicate that they are the most expensive... this is relevant to the fact that tiathia, like chataya, cater to a wealthy clientele as a basis. a year ago she also invested a minority share in a brothel in dorne, she had visited and worked there many times, so when the opportunity arose she took it. there is a good relationship between the dornish brothel and her own serpents coil, which gives both referrals to travelling clients when visiting the respective regions or either dorne or the crownlands, and a way for workers to relocate with a sense of secure employment.

[a]dod: upon arriving in westeros ten yeras ago she worked for many establishments; sought after for her unique appearance harkening to her assumed mixed-lengii descent, before settling with one of the more upscale pleasurehouses in the street of silk. through her work as a whore, brothel debt collector, and a free-lance collector (or exactor) of debts, she was able to save and by the end of five years, she was co-owner of the brothel, which was renamed the serpents coil shortly after. when her business partner grew sick and eventually died of the illness, tiathia claimed full ownership and has maintained it successfully for a little over three years.

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Khiara the Great, the God-Empress of Leng

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Leng

Leng is a large island in the Jade Sea, off the southern coast of Essos covered with forests and jungles. It is ruled by god-empresses who have grown rich from the island's spices and gemstones. The Lengii are the tallest known race reaching seven  to eight feet tall, they also have large eyes golden in color which some believe gives them superior sight.

Leng was an isolated island for most of its history, as the Lengii did not welcome outsiders. Those who attempted to harvest the island's resources met a foul end, and it thus was avoided by mariners. Merchants from the Golden Empire of Yi Ti periodically managed to open Leng to trade. However on at least four occasions the Old Ones who lived below the island's subterranean ruins instructed the God-Empress of Leng to kill the foreign merchants. 

Eventually Jar Har, the sixth sea-green emperor of Yi Ti managed to conquer Leng. He sealed the entrances to the underground cities, where the Old Ones were said to live, after which there were no longer massacres. The YiTish colonized most of the island, with the Lengii confined to the southern third. After 400 years of YiTish rule the Lengii rose up and overthrew their colonisers and power returned to the God-Empresses, Khiara the Great, who established a tradition whereby the empress takes two husbands, one each of Lengii and YiTish descent, with one commanding the island's armies and the other its fleet. The custom was followed by her daughters and their daughters in turn.

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Northern-Lengii noblewomen and their pet basilisk 🐊

Northern Leng is the formerly Yi Ti colonized parts of Leng, meaning the features would be more Yi Tish than Lengii. Though from the depictions of Douglas Wheatley they seem to look similar. The idea is to convey real-life Chinese-Indonesian features to these Lengii ladies.

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Citrine and Sapphire [Part 1]

☆ Aemond Targaryen x Princess of Leng!Reader

☆ Physical attributes canon to Lengii people (golden eyes, black hair, skin tone is implied to be darker than pale - but non specified)

☆ 1st/3rd POV, she/her pronoun usage, no y/n

☆ WC: 3k

☆ Summary: A princess from the Isle of Leng sets off on a journey to Westeros in search of adventure and knowledge, but other players are out for their own agenda. Aemond Targaryen, the shy boy who eventually becomes her friend and greatest ally, is more similar to her than she thinks.

☆ Guide:

[ ] - Lengii language

{ } - YiTish language

Part 2 ⇨

If the princess had known the journey to Westeros would be this long and arduous, she would have planted myself in the sands of the docks and never left. Traversing through the rich provinces of YiTi was fun, familiar even.

The sea journey provided a temporary solace from the bustle of the people on land but soon gave me the worst temperament. She woke up and went to sleep with a pit in her stomach — She was not a mariner. There can only be so much gruel and dried shrimp she can eat. A servant in the back of the ship expelled what seemed to be this morning’s meal — rice porridge and salted egg. Rice porridge, while a commoner’s dish, used to be her favorite meal to wake up to. Leng’s thousand suns, as they say, sweltering outside while they get to eat the soft meal with leaves fanning their back. Roasted and dried YiTish salmon and fermented vegetables on the side. She despised the smell bile produces, mixed with the saltiness of the dark sea. The water would mist into her mouth, and sometimes if she closed my eyes, she could taste the salty radish.

Many times she prayed to the Old Ones when large waves drowned the deck. The YiTish sailor screamed what she assumed to be a word a princess should not repeat at his fellow sea folk. Leng servants rushed underground, wet with their fabrics clinging to their skin. Today is the day of her birth, but no one knew that except her handmaidens. If she were home, she would eat all the sweets she wanted. Roast pig and quail would be on the table. Though, not too fond of quail, but she would do anything to take a bite.

Her fathers would be playing with her, and her mother would be dancing. The princess’s brothers would be chasing her sister around. [“I want to go home!”] She cried. The older handmaidens wiped her tears and told her to sleep. A man with dark hair and a prominent brow ridge ran past the window. [“The window is going to break!”] She panicked and cried. Snot ran down her nose and chin. Her chest hurt from the wailing. She should be brave, but the young girl not stop herself. The screaming from below and above only made it worse. The maidens, wide-eyed and frightened, take a step back. The only one who does not is the oldest maiden - with her graying, straight hair. Deep wrinkles in the fat of her face and eye bags protruding further than her own eyes.

[“Whoever let the princess course on waters should be fed to the hogs,”] One of the newer handmaidens spoke.

The older handmaiden spoke softly, {“Would you like the sleep milk?”} The princess continued to sob, not paying attention to her question. She sighed and walked over to the chest. A blood-curdling scream came from outside, and she battled to drown out the others. The older handmaiden sat next to her and tapped on her lips. She opened her mouth before the cool white liquid droplets melted on her tongue.

Sleep milk was the only thing that could calm her down. After her fall…She used it to temper her dreams. The medicinal women have told her that when she fell off the cliff years ago, it must have caused terrible dreams. The milk helps her fall into a deep sleep when she panics. She doesn’t know how long she can be like this, but her mind sullies those thoughts as she falls asleep.

Three weeks later, flies buzzed beneath the deck - a rotten stench coming in waves as the latch opened and closed. I stare at the open latch, nothing to be seen but darkness. Two men carried a servant, her skin was gray, and her body was stiff. The whites of her eyes yellowed, and a green liquid fell from them, staining her face. A trail of the same color liquid trailed from her ears, sticking her hair to her face.

“Do not look at them, Princess,” Xhoha said as he turned my seat around. “You do not need to see that,” Xhoha was my advisor. My mother insisted I needed someone fluent in Westerosi and familiar with their culture. Xhoha was from the Free Cities but traveled around. He will not tell me what he did before he came to Leng.

[“Will we have Westerosi lessons again?”] I asked.

Xhoha sighed, “Remember, it is called Common Tongue. We will have more lessons than usual to prepare. Food poisoning swept through the ship. We are docking at Qarth. We were lucky to even make it this far from Leng,”

[“Did you say you were from Qarth?”] I asked. He chuckled, plastering a grin.

“If this is another attempt at you trying to get details of my life, I guess I’ll give you some satisfaction. No, I’m from Pentos. The closest Free City to Westeros,” He mused. [“Let us start speaking in Common Tongue,”]

I nodded. Common Tongue has made no sense to me. I struggle with every word; Xhoha remarked that I sound Dornish when I speak Common Tongue. He is highly insistent that I should try my best to adopt the dialect spoken in King’s Landing. He pulled out a Westeros map and tried his hardest to teach me about each city and its notable people, but every detail mixed with another. I have only held onto the reliance of Westerosi people from the texts given to me by monks.

The most extensive text is on Corlys Velaryon, who is still alive. I traced the indented lettering on the book, The Snake of the Seas, by Monk Hattenu. A young man with hair of alabaster set his feet upon the Leng sands. With a YiTish translator by his side, he negotiated agreements. For resources, he would offer a favor — of any kind so long as it was reasonable. In the personal texts saved by the monks, in my aunt’s diary, it seemed that she was…smitten with him.

The priestess aboard the boat had come to interrupt my lessons, “Pardon me, your majesty, it is time for you to pray,” She said. I nodded and hopped off my chair.

“We will continue after you are done,” He said. I followed her to the back of the boat, weaving my way around the men carrying bodies. The stench was foul. The priestess and I sat on our knees, facing eastward to home. I followed her movements as I picked up the reserved sand creating an arch around me.

“Princess, who shall we pray to today?” The Priestess asked. “I suggest Ah’Vannika for the health of those on board. Or Ah’Jan for safe travels,” She suggested. The Old Ones are the gods I pray to in Leng. It is believed they live beneath us. There is no gender assignment to the gods we revere, as they come in many forms. Ah’Vannika - the god of health, may come to someone as a hummingbird. A woman cloaked in white or an old man with a gray eye. In a coastal Lengii city, the people wear white and silver to honor Ah’Vannika. I have my doubts about the Old Ones. Some have claimed to see the form of a god, but who’s to say their form isn’t just some regular person? Or maybe someone is lying?

“I think Ah’Jan has heard enough prayers for our safe travels,” I said meekly. “Let us pray to Ah’Kasaya, for good weather?” The Priestess nodded. “And Ah’Vannika for good health,”

That night, I tossed and turned in my bed. I was watching the sea mist rain against the window. I closed my eyes, covering my ears to drown out the crashing waves. My mind blanks, and suddenly, I’m falling to my death, the cold and dark waters engulfing me. A hand grabs my ankle and pulls me deeper until I wake up screaming again.

Aemond’s POV

Aemond stood with his family on the day of the Princess’s arrival. The young prince felt nervous, he knew of the delays but now that the guest us finally here he did not know what to do.

“More than half of her servants, unfortunately, passed away from this illness,” Viserys continued. “The Maesters suspect that perhaps they are not used to the known world, succumbing easily to such illnesses,” The room had fallen silent. Aemond’s mother, Alicent, silently moved the food around. “Horrible really, the letter spoke of yellowed eyes and fluids coming out of every orifice. Awful…,”

“The princess may not come at all if she also falls ill,” Aegon jokes.

“The God-Empress of the Isle of Leng has been kind enough to extend her hand. The isolationist Leng has made a pact with House Velaryon for Corlys Velaryon’s kindness during his Nine Voyages,” The stout man says. A cheer erupts amongst the crowd - much to the man’s annoyance. He continues, “God-Empress Citra welcomes you to a ceremonial performance and for you all to welcome her daughter, second to the throne, the princess,”

Performers with white face paint and bold makeup came fluttering in. Their flowing gowns and tilting hands excited the guests. The music, a solemn fanfare, transitioned to string-dominated and hopeful melodies. Gasps came from all sides of the room. Aemond glanced at his older brother, his smile curving upwards. One of the performers supplanted themselves before the family. A cloth held up by their fingers blocked their faces. The performer, with their red dipped fingertips, danced the fabric in front of them before dropping and making a funny face. They watched as the performers circled the other people, interacting with them and causing them to laugh until they disappeared into the entrance.

Numerous performers, YiTish and Lengii, came back into the hall and out. Some animals that had survived the journey were also shown off to King Viserys. A striped stallion and a baby spotted back ape, like the ones in the books the Maester had him read, were also shown. The ape had started causing some trouble, but it was quickly forgotten amongst the existing performances. Halaena, who usually had her head turned away, was entranced by the spider performer, which seemed to be two women holding a rattan-crafted spider body. She giggled at their slow movements and their jolts.

The dancers all began to leave in two lines which tall guards quickly replaced. They formed into two lines blocking the guests - creating a direct pathway to the family. The music slowed, and the musicians bowed their heads slightly. Aemond squinted to see four girls walk in. He focused on the one in the front, who could not be older than him. The three other girls mimicked the same head bow as the musicians and the guards, while the youngest girl held her head high—her crown, with peaks no longer than her face, accompanied by weaved flowers in her dark hair. Her golden eyes match the crown on her head. Deep red fabric draped around her.

“I’m surprised. I think we all thought she would be old,” He paused, lowering his head closer to Aemond’s ear. “The seafarers get younger and younger,” Aemond ignored his brother, watching the princess and the rest of her subjects follow suit with gifts in hand. He heard his mother gasp. Some performers held silks; others held more jewels and what seemed to be spices. Items to be most prized.

Lord Corlys had acquired his great wealth during his Nine Voyages. One of the places he had sailed was to the Isle of Leng. At a meeting with the small council, he announced the letter from the Empress of Leng.

“To Lord Corlys Velaryon, The Revered Mariner, Friend of the Crown,” He repeated once at a dinner. “When you came to visit our lands, you made a promise to my mother, the late God-Empress Kanitara of Leng, that you would extend a favor and your support in exchange for our resources,” He paused. “My daughter, a fourth born, second in line, wishes to explore beyond Leng. She heard many stories of your adventures and wished to visit Driftmark and the rest of Westeros. There is no crown for her here, as she is not my eldest daughter. I fear that she may find more success beyond these gates. I wish to send her to you, where she will be in your care and teaching. If you accept, I will be sure to give you our treasured valuables,”

The princess bowed, taking two hands to touch her forehead and bringing them toward the family—a greeting reserved for other royals. A translator came right beside her. “Princess of the Isle of Leng, second daughter to God-Empress Citra and Lengii Emperor Consort Kiet, commander of the armies,” Aemond noticed some guests wincing at the idea of an emperor consort. “Offers her extended gratitude for inviting her to your kingdom. She offers great gifts and valuables to House Targaryen and House Velaryon,”

The translator droned on, but Aemond looked at the young princess. Her hands scratched at her thighs with her head bowed.

The celebration of the Princess’ arrival at King’s Landing was filled with more festivities. It was a week-long celebration. Performers, both Lengii and YiTish, put on their theatrical shows. Dancers in face paint and shadow theater performers entertained the nobility of Westeros. Aemond stood by, watching the Ladies secretly ogle at the Leng men. Their arms were bare and muscular, their hands hovering over their eyes to shield themselves from the sun. Aemond and his siblings sat next to their mother, while the princess and her advisor sat next to his father.

“The Princess wanted to apologize for her delay. It was a dangerous journey to Westeros,” The advisor said. He was not from Leng, at least by appearance. The man had pale skin, with freckles marking almost every inch of his skin, with shoulder-length brown hair. His long mustache wiggled with every movement of his mouth. He sounded like the traders from Pentos.

King Viserys laughed, “You need not worry. You have brought our family gifts, and most importantly you are intact,” He gestured to his family. “We welcome you,” The Princess smiled.

“Thank you, your grace,” She spoke in Common Tongue. “You have such beautiful children,” She said, lingering her gaze on Aemond, who looked away abruptly, shying his eyepatch.

“Thank you, dear Princess,” Alicent said. She gestured for the princess to come over, reaching out to hold her hand. “I did not get to see your face earlier. Such a beautiful girl,” His mother admired, the jingling of her bracelets filling the silence from the children. Aemond finally turned his head, having avoided eye contact with the princess. She stood still, a smile plastered on her face. Soft pink fabrics draped around her body, creating a loose fitting silhouette. The extra fabric draped over her shoulders, lined with small beaded floral embroidery. Local flowers had been weft into her hair along with gold pins. The princess had a strong, pleasant scent. All of the people of Leng do. The perfumes and oils saturated their skin, adding a glow.

“And you are a beautiful Queen,” She said back; Alicent had squeezed her hand. The King had announced the tourney would be taking place soon, with the family being dismissed first. Alicent held Helaena and the Princess's hand as Aegon and Aemond trailed behind. The Princess turned her head to look at Aemond, who looked away again. She turned her head forward and moved her fingers anxiously.

For the next few days, Aemond sat near the Princess. First, watching her wince at the tourney, sitting next to her at feasts, walking near her around the grounds with Helaena. The Princess does not have a name.

“The Princess has a name, but in her culture, it is forbidden to use the name with strangers,” Her advisor explained. “A shortened name is often used with their people,”

“Then how shall we address her?” A Lady asked Xhoha.

Another Lady interjected, “Lady Leng seems proper!”

There had been times when the princess had tried to speak with Aemond.

“What are you holding?” “How are you?” What are you doing?” but she was met with a hmm or a few words. Eventually, she didn’t talk to him at all. Aemond didn’t mean to ignore her, but he felt…anxious around her. Perhaps it was because she was a stranger. Everyone was focused on her; the Princess’s arrival was important enough to garner a week-long celebration. He dug his fingers into his palm, watching her from a distance as she was invited to dance with a young lord.

“Lady Leng,” The cropped haired boy asked. “May I show you how to dance?” The Princess accepted his offer. She giggled, accidentally stepping on his toes. Aemond walked away, only hearing fragments of apologies.

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☆ A/N: A long overdue part 1 for my Leng princess fic! If you want to see more and would liked to be tagged, please comment! Also I would love comments about what you enjoyed or any potential plot ideas!

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The Pirate Prince of Yi Ti: Raids in the Summer Sea *2 of 3*

    by Shella Longclaw

“A dragon is a fire-breathing beast, but it is still a beast. Any beast can die with the right weapon.” No pirate dared attack a Valyrian vessel with the threat of dragonfire. It came as a shock when Prince Choq Nen raided three Valyrian ships and kidnapped a Valyrian noblewoman Ulae Velaryon, the bride of Dragonlord Saegar Merys. I’m thrilled at finding an ancient ancestor of House Velaryon. Though, I’m also curious about whether Prince Choq Nen kidnapped the noblewoman by mistake or intentionally did this to provoke a confrontation. Regardless, the effect is still the same.

Dragonlord Saegar Merys flew out on his dragon Aphros (the dragon’s name is cited in a letter from Old Valyria to Yi Ti). The dragonlord investigated the island which is now called Skull Island and flew towards Gogossos on the Isle of Tears. How he ventured toward Howling Mountain is unknown as is how Prince Choq Nen slayed him. Scholars believe a Lengii poison is the cause of Aphros’ death, while Scribe Ayo Ve believed Mossovy’s special diamond weapon killed the large dragon. Both theories have merit. The prince’s cousin was a Hunter of the Forest, who are skilled in poisons. The Dragon Emperor did receive a special diamond dagger that has gone missing. Sadly, there is no mention of the method use. Unlike other supposed dragonslayers of old, there is evidence to prove that Nen slayed the dragon. The largest proof, or should I say proofs, are the dragon weapons foraged by the pirates. Both Saegar Merys and his dragon were stripped down.

The pirates tore off the skin of the dragon to construct armor for a new vessel. Its bones were used as weapons such as hilts, bows, and staffs. According to the ancient Valyrians, the meat of the dragon was sold as water bull meat at several markets. This is probably true, since Scribe Ayo Ve did mention that Nen sold the dragon’s meat in Yin as donkey meat. As for the dragonlord, he was believed to be strangled to death. His Valyrian steel armor and sword were taken from his corpse. His armor was reforged as two swords and two daggers with dragon bone hilts. I’ve seen one of the swords in Tiqui’s and the other is housed at Jinqi’s palace. One dagger is at the royal palace of Yin, while one dagger is missing. I’ll discuss this more in my next chapter.

With a dead dragon and dragonlord, there was tension between Yi Ti and Valyria. The emperor assured ancient Valyria that his people had no part in this, though privately he suspected his son and made him outlawed in Yi Ti. Strangely, his crew was able to freely travel back and forth from Yi Ti. Scholars believed the emperor looked the other way, since the Pirate Prince brought in funds to Yi Ti. Valyria might have threatened hostiles, but they never acted on it even after Choq Nen raided Lys. Not all his confrontations were successful.

“She truly is a daughter of the Lion of Night and the Maiden-Made-of Light and worthy of the devotion of a prince. Such beauty. Such sweetness. How can a man not create a book of poetry about such a woman?” During his raid of a Summer Isle’s ship, he was supposedly stunned by princess of Doquu beauty. He only stole a fourth of her ship’s cargo and took no captives as a peaceful gesture. The tale also stated that he offered a solid gold bird statue for her hand in marriage. Her cruel father refused, and Nen sailed away heartbroken. This is the legendary Yi Tish account of the event. The elder of Doquu tells a more seemingly truthful account.

The woman wasn’t a princess. Her name was Wakana, and she was a shipwright’s daughter. The Yi Tish pirates attempted to capture a Summer Isle’s ship. As they were moving the cargo onto their ship, three Summer Isles ships came upon them. The pirates were forced to flee. The Summer Isles ships persuaded the pirate ship, but they gave up due to the pirates’ massively powerful bows which had longer reached than theirs. The Summer Isle ships were fortunate that the pirates were mostly lousy shots. The elder does confirm the Yi Tish captain had flirted with Wakana and cited poetry to her by means of an interpreter. She refused his offer on the basis of being already engaged.

With great riches, Pirate Prince Choq Nen sought something more, so began his most dangerous mysterious journey.

[arsenic-catnep]

Someonw mentioned that their favorite niche is pirate!reader, but mine is yiti-lengii!reader with golden eyes. They'd weaponize tf out of them because lengii people's eyes are their superpower. "my eyes are so powerful they can see through ur bs" typa shit.

Ooo shit I love glowing eyes!

[dulcewrites]

psst hey.. do you wanna see more poc!reader rep? there's this multichapter fic about lengii reader with aemond. lemme send you a link if you're interested

Sure!! Send any my way!

[mymothershumility]

fullrangeofemotions asked: “I’ve heard your name before, in songs and lengthy ballads.”

past transmissions || { always accepting }

{ @fullrangeofemotions }

“And, what name have you heard in such songs?” Laira questioned, eyes flickering across the board set before her. The other’s forces had dwindled. Laira need only set her dragon forward to take the last remaining piece from the other woman and conquer the game for herself.

This was not the first time that a resident from across the sea had made such a statement. The Northern Wolf had been the first to speak such things. He had been the first to determine her true lineage. And, now, there was this one.

“It seems unlikely to me that residents among the Sunset Kingdoms would sing songs or ballads of the Dragonlords of Valyria and Yi Ti,” she spoke.

They would have been more likely to whisper warnings and spread tales of terror instead. After all, Valyria’s influence had long spread through Essos under her command, pushed forward by the power of their dragonmounts and the power of her YiTish and Lengii armies.

Perhaps, the Sunset Kingdoms had heard talk of the Dragonlords and all that they had done as they amassed their own kingdom. There was something more that the other alluded to in her statement, though. A name that had long been whispered and yet fallen to practical myth and legend.

The Amethyst Empress had died among blood and betrayal ten thousand years before. To the rest of the world, such a tragedy had been answered with the destruction of the Bloodstone Emperor and the rise of the Valyrian Freehold. It was best that the rest of the world continue to believe such a story. It was best if the Amethyst Empress remained a fallen martyr.

“You have confused me with another,” Laira went on, picking up her onyx colored dragon. She set it forward, taking the other’s last cyvasse piece. “An honest mistake, I am certain.”

[princessnysar]

The oldest of Ameon’s Snow children nicknamed the winged snow wolves: 

As fierce and skilled and cunning even as dangerous as their father had been in his prime during their adulthood. Who name’s would go down in Westeros, Essos’s, and even beyond history books for their deeds in various wars and  political schemes despite their status and vast heritage differences. 

And no matter their differences in appearance, religion, professions, and personalities they presented a united front to the world as a single unit who advanced the causes of their lineage 

Children: 

Lady Rhaenys Snow born to Koja Mo 

Lord Maekar Snow born to Koja Mo

Lady Belle Snow born to  Bellegere Otherys

Lady Alyssa Snow born to a Zirqi 

Lady Aemma Snow born Minaya (Myrish) 

Lady Kiera Snow born to Princess Zheng (Half YiTish and Lengii) 

Lady Kita Snow born to Lady Ming 

Wylla Snow born to Ygritte 

[aprilfeldspar]

Dany kept her eyes on the map of Westeros on the table around which here War Council was gathered. She needed someone from the North on the Council but there just wasn’t anyone she could trust enough to allow him or her in her inner circle.

“If you say we will win, My Queen, I will believe it,” Daario said all of the sudden.

Dany searched his face. None of his usual cockiness could be read on his features. The knot in her stomach tightened. Daario was used to enemies who were made out of flesh, blood and bones. That was what he knew. The unknown posed by the Others and their Army of the Dead rattled him and he was looking to her for reassurance. They were all looking to her for reassurance—Ser Garth Hightower, her bloodriders, the commander of the Lengii, Grey Worm, the Shadowmen, and even Kinvara and Quaithe. Speaking about a war against magical ice creatures and the dead was one thing, facing them in battle, another one entirely.

“We will win,” she said with a confidence she didn’t feel, her hand instinctively searching for the pommel of Lightbringer.

[meereens]

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hey thanks 💖since I’m an asoiaf blog I’m going to list 5 related things in no particular order:

1. theon getting absolutely dunked on by asha

2. grrm making rhaena/elissa a thing in fire & blood, FINALLY improving his f/f content

3. the lengii being a matriarchy of giant women, where’s the novella grrm

4. when people interact with my content or think I have worthwhile things to say 💙💙

5. (twow spoilers) harry the heir getting gracefully dunked on by sansa